Will this be the end to our heroes? Is all hope lost? How will they manage to get out of this jam, and will they be able to free Vanellope from the clutches of Golden Freddy? Read on, and be enlightened! Also don't forget to review! Thank you again, and enjoy!
Ralph's head spun as he regained consciousness a short while later. The back of his skull felt like someone had hammered it repeatedly, and he groaned painfully as he pushed himself up. His hand went to his head to feel it, wincing at the goose-egg sized knot there.
"Vanellope?" he asked hoarsely, coughing as he straightened up. "Felix?"
He heard nothing except the sounds of his own footsteps as he stumbled in the dark, the power still out. It suddenly crossed his mind that the animatronics could have given him a permanent game over just now but they didn't. He wondered why that was, or if perhaps they had mistakenly thought they'd killed him and then left him alone afterwards.
"Guys?" he whispered again, and this time he heard a sharp "Shhh!" Ralph turned in the direction he'd heard the noise in, his senses coming back to him.
"Wreck-It, over here!"
Ralph sighed in relief as he heard Calhoun's tired voice. He walked in her direction, careful not to trip. "Sarge, I lost Felix and Vanellope, I have no idea where they are!"
"Quiet, you don't want them coming back, do you?" the sergeant snapped quietly. "One of them got the better of me earlier and nearly lobbed my head off. I'm just now feeling up to moving around a bit."
Ralph bit his lip, barely able to see anything even with his vision adjusted to the darkness. When they heard footsteps approaching, they looked towards the curtain, barely able to see it move and they heard someone being dragged in. The sound of someone murmuring and whimpering was heard.
"Felix…? Felix!" Calhoun whispered sharply, crawling over and groping the air until she felt a gloved hand. "I'm here… come on." She groaned as she pulled him over to where they were huddled.
"Felix, what happened, where is Vanellope?" Ralph asked anxiously.
"… it… it was awful… what happened to them… was awful…" Felix whispered.
"What are you talking about? Where is Vanellope?!" Ralph exclaimed. He gasped lightly when four pairs of glowing eyes appeared before them, and they reflected onto a fifth pair which were completely black. Vanellope approached them, pointing to Felix.
"He has seen our end and our beginning. He has heard our eternal screaming… he has felt our torment… he has smelled the scent of our lingering death… he has tasted the fear forever in our souls…" Vanellope whispered.
Ralph grit his teeth, his voice shaking as he began to shout. "Y- You leave her alone! You can do whatever you want to me… Vanellope didn't do anything to you monsters! Stop whatever it is you're doing to her and let her go!"
"Us… monsters? No… we will show you… and the lady… who the real monsters were…"
"N- No… please… don't let them see…!" Felix cried out, but it was too late. Both Ralph and Calhoun began to see what Vanellope had seen right before Golden Freddy overtook her. When their vision refocused, Ralph and Calhoun could hear a music box winding up for a moment before playing, and they were in the restaurant, but it was a different time. It was if someone was leading them visually through a story… a story, as they would soon find… that would explain the origin, the seed of the evil they had reckoned with that night. They suddenly heard multiple voices speaking in unison, children.
"Do you see us…? Watch what happened to us… see how we died… see how we were senselessly murdered… see us fall… one by one… see who murdered us… who failed to helped us… it is he we still seek… it is he who took our lives… it is he who took our innocence…"
A little girl with raven hair ran down the west hallway, tearful. She wore a purple shirt, running up to the west door and trying it to find it was locked. She looked around frantically, noticing the panel to the door controls on the other side of the door. She crouched down, whimpering and trying to pull it off. She was no older than fourteen, grunting as she tried to pry the metal covering off. Before she could succeed, she felt hands upon her, her killer picking her up off the floor. She screamed shrilly, but it was ended abruptly when her throat was sliced, the girl sliding down the wall. Her eyes became bloodshot, almost red, as she held her throat, making soft groaning and gurgling noises as she died.
Another little girl who had been waiting in the east hall for her friend to come back to her, a blonde girl wearing a pink shirt, heard the first little girl's scream and gasped lightly, her eyes wide as she covered her mouth. She heard footsteps approaching, running down the east hallway towards the office. She ran to the window, looking inside to see the security guard whistling and listening to music, reading a magazine. She started banging on the window, screaming for the security guard to help. Rather than get his attention, it received unwanted attention by the mysterious assailant, and the girl felt herself being dragged back, his hands grabbing her mouth, and she screamed painfully as one hand pulled the top of her head up, and the other yanked the bottom of her mouth in one swift motion, essentially breaking off her entire bottom jaw and her neck. He shoved the dead girl aside, her lower jaw flopped open.
Meanwhile, a third child, a little boy with red, bushy hair and freckles, hummed to himself lightly to try to calm himself down. Behind him stood a familiar out of order animatronic, motionless as the child hid behind the curtain. When he heard his two friends being murdered, he peeked out from behind the curtain, feeling like a coward. When he heard heavy footsteps, he gasped quietly, retreating back behind it. He waited for the footsteps to fade, before peeking out once more. When it remained quiet, he slowly came out, standing just outside the curtain.
"I have to make a run for it…" The boy whispered to himself before sprinting down the west hall. He gasped, seeing the raven haired girl there, dead. He started to pound on the door, trying to get the security guard's attention. He suddenly was pulled back, hissing when he felt the sting of a blade stab him in the arm. He tried to fight back, not giving up despite being stabbed multiple times in the chest and arms. He fell to his knees, but adrenaline pumped through his veins as he watched the killer begin to drag the raven haired girl down the hall. He lunged for him, crying loudly as he revealed quite an overbite. The killer took his knife, stabbing the boy through his right eye, and he fell instantly, dead.
As this was happening, the last two children huddled together on the main stage, hiding behind Freddy, Chica and Bonnie. They listened to the carnage the entire time in silent horror, mourning their friends.
"He hasn't come in here yet…" One boy spoke. The one hiding behind Freddy had chocolate brown hair, and the other boy, slightly older, had dirty blonde hair.
Suddenly, they heard the red hair boy cry out before silence fell again. "I hear screaming…" the brunette haired boy said as he choked out a quiet sob. "We have to go help them…"
"O- Okay… here's what we'll do. We stay together, okay? We stay together, and… okay let's just… move slowly that way…" the blonde whispered.
The boys began to crawl across the stage quietly until they heard voices and footsteps on the other side of the party room.
"Who is that?" The brunette whispered.
"It's the security guard… oh no… he's not gonna help us… he's helping the other guy…!"
The security guard had finally been roused from the office and his music from when the red haired boy pounded on the door. When he saw the bloodshed he was horrified what his co-worker had done, but the killer made sure that the security guard wouldn't rat on him.
"They find out I did this… you'll get life in prison too. You're an accomplice or you neglected your post. Either way, you're sunk. Understand…?" The killer said to him, his voice gravelly.
"O- Okay, okay…" The security guard answered shakily. "What… what are we… what do we do with them? What do we-"
"We stuff them. In the costumes. We keep them there. We'll deal with them before opening."
The boys watched in horror as the two men dragged the three bodies into the backstage area.
"Oh no… our friends…" The brunette cried.
"Look… we have to get to the office while they're bringing them into the back room… the door is bound to be open… now move, move!"
They ran down the hallway into the now open office. The brunette tried to close the doors, but the switches weren't working, both doors stuck open now.
"The door buttons aren't working…!"
"Just stand there and keep watch… I'm going to call for help, okay?" The blonde said, the brunette nodding and watching out of the doors. After a few moments, he gasped.
"I hear something!"
"Can you close the door?"
"No, they're still not working!"
"O- Okay, just- yes, hello? Yes please help, we're stuck here and our- n- no, NO! YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" The blonde cried out as the killer grabbed hold of the brunette. He grabbed a wrench that was kept in the office, hitting the killer hard on the head. He knocked the killer off balance, but it was too late for his friend. He knelt over the brunette boy who was bleeding profusely from his chest. "No… no…" He began to weep. "I was supposed to protect you…" He glanced over at the phone, the operator still speaking. He dashed over to it, grabbing the phone and finished the call. When he hung up, he was about to leave the office when the killer appeared before him, back on his feet and he felt a sharp pain in his gut as he was stabbed. He groaned in pain, gasping for air as he slumped in the chair. He stared up at the killer weakly, darkness creeping into his expression. "I will get you back…" He whispered to the killer. "I will get you… for what you did to us."
The killer walked out of the room, leaving the two boys inside. The blonde boy glanced around as he heard sirens wailing in the distance, and the rest was a blur to him before he died in the hospital from his wounds mere hours later.
Ralph and Calhoun's vision darkened after this was shown to them, only the one child's voice speaking, the last to die.
"I stayed in that chair and looked upon my best friend… I may not have died there… but my soul was already gone the moment my friends were taken from me… now… we take revenge upon the security guard that did not help us… we take revenge upon them even after we took him… we speak in tongues that frighten the living… we want them to be scared like we were scared… we want them to suffer like we suffered… we want them to die… like we died…"
They both snapped back to reality, both of them gasping with Felix when Vanellope emitted a high pitched, inhuman scream, throwing her head back. Ralph furrowed his brows deeply, shaking his head.
Now he understood what they wanted… all three of them did… but there had to be some way to put these tormented souls to rest, to end their chain of murders.